Last Day of Black History Month
We have a leap year this year, so I get one more day to appreciate the people who have made my country and the world a better place.
ANIMALS ARE NUMBER ONE
i have always had animals in my life. i dont know what i"d without them
This Thing We Call Life
Sometimes poetry can become such an invitation for reflection such as this abstract form of poetry answering a question or perhaps asking a few more?
MAGA!!! WHAT'S WRONG WITH THAT?
Treatment of the President Is unacceptable!!!!! 08/27/2021 rearranged...
Nature's Balance
water.....
Empathy
A bit of reflection on why I Write.
For Mary Magdalene
Hope all is having Happy Holidays!
Love Lets the little kid in u come out & play
Love is a human need of expression Time to compose maybe 2 plus hours Brewing in my soul a long time Today the teapot whistled loudly Saying it's ripe Ready to pick Time to Listen Now! The pot squealing profusely! Type Complete it And it finally Jelled all together Yippie?
Mr Brown
This is a completely simple story Mr Brown met online a women. He wrote and called and spoke passionately you are a clever a beautiful girl, your ex-partner was probably blind ophthalmologist would be useful to him. She despite the experience
Loves unbareable Loneliness
Suggestions to a young man
wildest and craziest of women
I wrote it
IN All
in all of my search my heart has lingered through the dark times and thoughts has ran through my mind like blood through my veins , my days are longer and my heart pounds even faster , my choice is to stick by the little faith of surviving , a world
New Arrivals
Visions on a mountainside meadow during a spring day in New England
Just be
Cheer me up with your words, your look, your breath. Drink nectar from my lips whispering your name. Touch me unknown touch fingertips give them the route Fill up the void just be
THE OUTER LIMITS
Due to someone's criticism on here of my first write - I pulled off and revamped but I doubt it will please. Traveling in time and space. Movie "Contact" with Jodie Foster - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zR_2mBuNU2I and Part II https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HzTHC6JSUvM
Lost
This was extremely difficult to write. I wrote this because I often think of my last girlfriend and how the relationship evolved and ended. I made a grave mistake ending the relationship, because I failed to communicate with her about how I felt. It is now too late.
The World of Einstein and me
Einstein is my dog, he passed 2 months ago, he has been with me for 13 years, he is my son. This poem is for him.
Hope
It comes quietly with the advent of dawn. It scares away bad thoughts morning by touch. Squats in the corner with a slight smile, to dance in a moment with joy of breath. Looks longingly into open eyes grading emotions giving a will to liv
~A dropple of rain~
Did you ever gaze the stars When the sun was out Did you blow a gentle breeze While the air was still Did you hold that special moment that not another one did Were you sculpted from such or did another shape break Strewn cross the floor A
Love is Networking Sharing!
Labor of love! 4 hours Ugh! Lost first draft Had to recreate Alaska to Teacher in need Help w students lesson plan China
Loving Childrens Challenges
Incomplete needs edit Working on it Incomplete Ran out of time
Logic
LOGIC Alone I think of all the wasted years of me here with a broken heart, and the sleepless nights spent in tears all because my love and I did part! Such a foolish man there's never been unless he's tread the same path as
Song written in spring
Find the content and life of your meaning Flourish with each day at sunrise. Enjoy the drops of morning mist And dancing among the grass feel free. Hear the bird singing somewhere in the branches Grab the rainbow of colors and close it in your h
Do We Love Our Teachers?
Real love is hard to find in people, especially in a society that has gone so far down the rabbit hole like ours has. I don't know how it is like in other countries like Ireland or Canada, I just hope it is a lot better.
Nark
I have been reading a book written by David Kaczynkski about turning in his brother Ted.
Piano Man
my parents
Your Altar
Broken glass broken hands Red streams from every cut A plunging sinking of quick sands The suffocating pain penetrates In every hole of my being it infiltrates It pours a never ending rain On open agonising wounds they stain The
The Art of Loves Language
Communication key to reward To unlock the door
If I Could Love
If I could love, it would be you If I was not a spectator If I could walk, talk with you. Hand in hand That would be the sweetest dream An impossible place aspired A pleasure I can never know The sweetest kiss A first step A direction misa
Lovers Lament
Sitting alone I often think of people who have given up love so their partner could pursue their carrier. Or just let them go to move where their heart takes them. This is about those people who stayed behind and sacrificed their love so someone else could be happy.
Storm GB
Batterd and bruised Wind and rain Rivers flow deep Rivers flow high Enters towns and Villagers you don't care Batterd you blow Your torment no bound From oceans deep Your cyclones rage We call you names Ciara Dennis the menace
Broken pieces
Long ago I Fell In love with you Never did I think You would leave me My heart is bruised and broken Everyone says get over you And Move on I've tried these tired feet don't want to walk the street My hands hurt from praying My he
You were my Dream ... ???
C S Love???
Darling, Right back at "cha"
Banter Creative Playful Pleasing Pleasing teasing Gestures
My Beloved Chris
Love my hands on silky smooth wood Grain Communications need "Polish" Polish up Love Like sand paper & wood grain Communications need polish For love to evolve to silky fine Mmmm ... Love my hands on silky smooth wood Grain
Oh My Man I Love him so!
Life's amazing discoveries!
My Love Darlin' Hope Joy *Updated
Joy Is spelled C h r i s Don't be surprised When God gives u What u what u asked for He is the Creator the Sun We are the Rays reflection from the sun! Be kind wise loving In all ways acknowledge Honor praise our Father Give him all the Glory not self Who art in heaven Hallowed be thy name Thy kingdom come Thy kingdom is come Lovingly Rachael
Cage of Fear
When we just realize how simple it is to be happy we are free to love ourselves and others.
SADNESS IN POETRY
Happy/Sad. It's all in a word.
COMFORT ZONES.
crossroads of life....when as we mature, we can be too cautious seeing shadows
4 SEASONS IN A DAY.....
just me being impatient......and NZ has such a mild and short winter......compared with the UK where I was born......
Pink
Looking for the poems of Ms pink of West Virginia , miss you pink